I'm Starting To Feel Cursed......

This year has been really, really rough - one set back after another, after another. If it wasn't problems with the house, it was problems with my work. After that; relationship problems, major health issues, and financial issues - okay with that one, I'm sure just about everyone feels cursed.

Then there are the day to day curses - plumbing problems, computer viruses, car problems, and squabbling kids (no my kids are not the naked 2-legged versions - your point is?)

For weeks, I have been working on and off on a killer pair of earrings - 13.6 carats of London Blue Topaz - planning out the design, picking just the right complimentary stones - Black Spinel, and beautiful shades of Blue Tourmaline , finding quiet time to work, meticulously analyzing every turn of my pliers so as not to make a mistake. I scrutinized them under a magnifying glass when they were done, and agonized over getting just the right picture of them.

This morning, I just couldn't leave well enough alone - I just knew I could manage a better shot of them. In setting up the shot............. I dropped one on my terrazzo floor. Yes I can hear you groaning, and there is no need for me to repeat the barrage of expletives that followed.

As luck would have it - or the curse - it landed pavilion down, and suffered the very smallest of chips on the very point of the back of the stone. Small that is, only if you're not an up-tight, over-worked, stressed, anal retentive perfectionist. The chip is not visible from the front - or the back when wearing them - but I still see it and - and yes I'm cursed.

thanks for commiserating with me.....
♥Bobbi

"Reverend Jorgensen: Mr. Monk, if you would be so kind as to reattach it's head. Here's some adhesive. Some witchgrass. Some coltsfoot. Ah. Mandrake root. Smidgen more. All I need now is the doll.
Monk: Okay, one second.
Reverend Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect.
Monk: Almost done.
Reverend Jorgensen: It's symbolic, really.
Monk: There we go.
Reverend Jorgensen: The forces of darkness are gathering.
Monk: Hold on.
Reverend Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect!
Monk: Wait a second.
Reverend Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect.
Monk: One second, almost done.
Reverend Jorgensen: Doesn't...
Monk: Wait one second.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, please, just let him finish!
Monk: Hold on...
Reverend Jorgensen: She's suffering, Mr. Monk. It doesn't have to be... okay, that's close enough" ~ Mr Monk and the Voodoo Curse